Speaking of Nayika
She follows close behind.
Those silver anklets ringing
Against the ladder steps.
Her throat, blue with love-bites, Sometime repeats what I Whispered in her mouth.
The only things constant Between us: desire for each Other, desire for silence.
Lifting her dark aureoles To my lips, she pretends An innocence of intent.
Lying on the bed, semi-nude, Delicacies on a green banana leaf, She mocks my hungry fervor.
She hums back a few bars Of song I was writing down. Even parrots don’t have Such brilliant red mouths!
Just before twining of limbs, She holds my wrist to see How much longer I can wait.
Some nights, waking up to Thunder, when I see her leg Thrown over mine, I think It must also hide lightning.
Going from corner to corner, Sweeping, when she passes By me at the window, a caress With just the curve of her hips.
She lies open, a book with pages curled, All the lines sketch a history before time. The only color I see, glistening red, Is when I open her to the cold air.
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clang
Hi Sashi,
Havent visited for a while - you have lots of great new stuff - thank you!
This one is fabulous - very deep and dark and desirous - you are such a poet
christine
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